Poetry from the Drake

To live a life of purity
To shine as the emblem of good
To denounce that which is evil
To show others the path,

In this world of malice and cruelty
These people are all but too few
Many care not for the fate of others
And many more suffer unjust wrath.

This day and age is sad
The gentleman lies dead
Too many have now suffered
Far too many more have bled.

To live a life of purity
To shine as the emblem of good
To denounce that which is evil
To show others the path,

If only someone would take a stand
Against the callous and the wicked
To shine against this black world
To bring back the light of God

Gladly I answer His call
To bring back the light
Many hardships I am forced to endure
But I gladly accept this role

To live a life of purity
To shine as the emblem of good
To denounce that which is evil
To show others the path,

Aid those who help
Care for those in need
Heal those who hurt
And be true in word and deed.

Fight against those who harm the weak
Shield those who can't defend
Light the path of the lost
Honor thy creed

To live a life of purity
To shine as the emblem of good
To denounce that which is evil
To show others the path,

Pray for those who you command
For they need a wise leader
And pray for those in power
For their choices affect us all

Know that there is always help available
Know that there is always someone who cares
Know that there is always someone who will love you
Know that He is always there

To live a life of purity
To shine as the emblem of good
To denounce that which is evil
To show others the path,

Now I cry out, "Come with me my brothers!
The time for war is nigh!
Take up arms against the enemy!
and we shall see victory!"

Soon the battle shall rage
Across the entire world
I shall be there ready to fight
The question is, will you?

I like it, a lot. It's sort of reminiscent of the way I write poetry - freestyle, but somewhat patterned, with a bit of a rhythm, ya know?

It's meaningful, not repetitive (in the bad way, i mean), and it's thought-provoking, which are all hallmarks of good poetry.

It'd make an amazing song .

I like the focus on DOING what is right instead of just talking, which is one of my pet peeves.

"Many care not for the fate of others"
"And be true in word and deed."

for instance .

Laminations of a true Goth

Woe to thee, sons of Goth
A sad sight we be
For our heritage is dying
Our legacy is tainted

Remember the days of yore?
The cathedrals looming high?
Beacons for all to see
Towering into the sky.

Chanting priests filled the halls
Their prayers echoing out
The masses flocking to the pews
Belief never in doubt.

Alas that day is gone
Sorrow is left in the wake.
This day is sadly different
Today we are known for hate.

Goths are now seen as evil
Others mark us as targets
For mockery and loathing
But in this case most have earned this ire.

We’ve traded in the Gregorian Chants for Grindcore
The melody of Chaos itself
We’ve handed in our crosses for skulls
The emblem of the Reaper.

It would seem that we have turned from our once bright path
To follow one of shadow, sorrow, and lies
How blind have we become
To make such a foolish choice!

What have we gained from this?
Black wisdom from hard earned knowledge?
Hedonistic pleasures that anyone can enjoy?
It is all so meaningless!

Wisdom means nothing when no one will listen,
Pleasure means nothing when your body withers,
Work does nothing, there will always be more,
And status is nothing when someone will always replace you.

“Whom is it who speaks this?” you may ask?
It is not my voice that talks,
But that of the wisest man to walk the earth.
The words of King Solomon.

Ah yes the painful truth is revealed.
Folly brought squirming into the light.
Do you now see how foolish we have been?
Do you now feel the shame I feel?

I weep for our lost legacy
Lament for our dead glory
I pray for redemption,
And cry out for forgiveness.

It is true our day has passed
But what of tomorrow?
It is said that history repeats itself
And I see revival on the horizon.